In our household, every night just before 6pm, it's a case of "quick, turn on the news, we don't want to miss a minute of Donald".

On he comes with his orange face and grandiose comb-over mouthing offence with every sentence, and in an uncomfortably masochistic way, we lap up every word.

He brings a strange and dreadful relief to the news, takes our minds off the horrors of Syria for a brief and guilty moment.

It's not just about his vulgarity and offensiveness either. The comb-over lures us in. It's a ripper, no?

It appears he back-combs the heck out of it and then swirls it up from just above his left ear and also from the top of the back of his neck to meet in a voluptuous alliance at the crown of his head which he then attempts to hold down with industrial strength hair-spray.

But even super-glue could not hold down that heavy helmet of straw hair. It especially wants to have its way when it's in an alfresco situation.

He dare not walk off a plane and onto a tarmac without his baseball hat securely on, and he can't even stand at an outside podium without some sort of head gear protection.

If (please, God no) he does become president, I wonder if we will see the day when he comes face to face with Kim Jong Un, another man with an unfathomable hairstyle that lures you in. Unfortunately, I doubt we will ever see that day, but a meeting of the mighty hairstyles would be fascinating wouldn't it?

Now that baldness has well and truly come out of the closet and it is considered sexy on many men, why the need for a comb-over?

Why, as one blogger put it, would Donald Trump arrange his hair so it looked like a bunch of shredded wheat precariously glued to his head?

Have a buzz cut Donald. You'll look years younger and you can walk off a plane without your hat.